The shadow
In tow its black mass
Followed me
Constant watch
With intrepid care complete
A friend bound on ground
ii.
Shadows grow
In topsy-turvy
Air gone by
Unchained not
Stuck in its own stale breath
Takes two to complete
iii.
It grows wide
To encompass paths
Bound by step
Loose on ground
What follows must someday lead
Shadows live for man
M. D. Jordan, 2011
